The laughter quiets as they draw closer to buildings. Even in her state, she's been a hunter too long to draw undue attention. There could be people in the shadows, in the trees. Around a corner or in the spaces she cannot see. Her body vibrates with the urge to twist and turn, look and see, to hunt and--no. Lethargy, exhaustion, the inability to move on her own, it wins over the bloodlust that suddenly boils.

She squashes it down and looks ahead. Swallowing her discomfort and fear at entering the domain of a clown--that's another thing entirely. Her body stiffens as they wander through empty halls back back. The gate especially makes her pause, pull back. It's not an empty room this time but the person she'll be locked inside with doesn't seem any less strange.

The boy is familiar. A face she saw across a pool, in peaceful sleep, nothing like this. Hollow face, hollow eyes. It reminds her of a person she saw in the mist--one she had ran from. No one she'd known but...

"...Descendant?" Because it had to be, if she'd met the Beforus one, this must be the other. Ever sign a trio it seemed.

"What's wrong with him?"